1952: Birth Nancy.
Child, Blueberry and scribble everywhere all the time. But this is the first photograph that draws the point to do his job. She dispenses with such passion when she realizes how her look has become analytical, "rectangular" and cold as the metal casing. The goal separates the world.
The world, well, let's talk.
1973: Abandonment of the nest. She leaves.
England, Germany. Trials of life elsewhere. Not really exotic.
1976: First major expedition backpack. From Italy to Nepal via Greece, Yugoslavia, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, on foot, by bus, hitchhiking.
would follow other trips, holidays abroad, relocation and whereabouts of all kinds during which she made many drawings dark and tormented.
In search of sunshine, she landed at St. Tropez, where she met her husband, Henry Picco, painter and sculptor. Most of his friends are artists. Together they spend whole nights in their workshops. It clicked.
"I became a sponge," she says, I drank every gesture, every word that could teach me anything. These moments became essential for me. "
The drawings are transformed into paintings. The colors come in the compositions. Sizes larger.
1979: Installing in the Ardèche.
1980: New start. Brazil. First solo exhibitions.
1981: Back in France. Birth of his daughter Lily.
Child, Blueberry and scribble everywhere all the time. But this is the first photograph that draws the point to do his job. She dispenses with such passion when she realizes how her look has become analytical, "rectangular" and cold as the metal casing. The goal separates the world.
The world, well, let's talk.
1973: Abandonment of the nest. She leaves.
England, Germany. Trials of life elsewhere. Not really exotic.
1976: First major expedition backpack. From Italy to Nepal via Greece, Yugoslavia, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, on foot, by bus, hitchhiking.
would follow other trips, holidays abroad, relocation and whereabouts of all kinds during which she made many drawings dark and tormented.
In search of sunshine, she landed at St. Tropez, where she met her husband, Henry Picco, painter and sculptor. Most of his friends are artists. Together they spend whole nights in their workshops. It clicked.
"I became a sponge," she says, I drank every gesture, every word that could teach me anything. These moments became essential for me. "
The drawings are transformed into paintings. The colors come in the compositions. Sizes larger.
1979: Installing in the Ardèche.
1980: New start. Brazil. First solo exhibitions.
1981: Back in France. Birth of his daughter Lily.
1982: The baby under her arm, she left for the tropics, the destination Martinique
1990-91: Return. She sells her works in Lyon, market creation.
1994-95: With her husband, she participated as a trainer to create a large mural, a project aimed at social reintegration of women in difficulties. Delicate human adventure they both lead to much against winds and storms.
1990-91: Return. She sells her works in Lyon, market creation.
1994-95: With her husband, she participated as a trainer to create a large mural, a project aimed at social reintegration of women in difficulties. Delicate human adventure they both lead to much against winds and storms.
2008: Solo exhibition at the Villa Rose, Lyon
Today, she lives and works in the Ardeche.
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